The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, pulsing vines are wrapped around the remains of a destroyed, half-submerged Soviet-era nuclear submarine, like... it's been reclaimed by some aquatic entity. Uh, water's freezing cold and there's this overpowering stench of rotting seaweed filling my nostrils. The air's charged with a heavy, electromagnetic energy that's making my skin prickle, and this bioluminescent fungus is spreading across the submarine's hull, casting an eerie, pale glow on the dark seafloor. Schools of deep-sea fish are just... passing through the submarine's solid walls, like they're not even there.